Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Tonga and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Pantytec to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
The Fuzztones,
The Names,
Kas Product,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soft Cell,
Max Romeo,
Sällskapet,
China Crisis,
Fugazi,
The Standells,
Todd Terry,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sound Behaviour,
Rekid,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Moebius,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Stooges,
Model 500,
Suicide,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cameo,
The Fire Engines,
June of 44,
Panda Bear,
Steve Hackett,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marc Almond,
The Associates,
Heaven 17,
Laurel Aitken,
Index,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Anthony Braxton,
Glambeats Corp.,
Second Layer,
Reuben Wilson,
John Lydon,
Pere Ubu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aaron Thompson,
Isaac Hayes,
Reagan Youth,
The Wake,
Janne Schatter,
Sight & Sound,
Barry Ungar,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gil Scott Heron,
Avey Tare,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nico,
Scrapy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Slave,
Pantaleimon,
Henry Cow,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.